dreamer, every time you stargaze the whole world is lying at your feet
She had never heard her daddy sound so…well…upset before, and that made her feel unsettled and weird. After all, her daddy was her guardian, her protector – invincible. He remembers how he had taken the meeting with the angry horse and the King in stride as if it were nothing. But this was different.
So, as bid, she had ran away (literally), in search of her sister, who she had also seen at the meeting – a pretty indigo girl, with spots like daddy’s on her neck, though hers were a good deal more pretty.
In her hasty retreat from her father she runs straight into Alivia – literally, straight into, and she bounces off with a soft thud, landing on her butt awkwardly, long foal legs everywhere.
”Livvy! I’m sorry!” she cries, righting herself with some difficulty, although she manages it eventually. She reaches down to lip at the small cut she’s managed to earn on her right knee, which is slowly trickling bright red blood, before looking up at her sister, her own blood on her lips.
But the incident is almost entirely forgotten immediately, as Ana snuggles herself into Liv’s side (not particularly caring that they had never been introduced properly – she was family, and that was good enough for the metal and cream filly). ”Alivia.” she begins, questioningly, gently nuzzling her big sister’s legs. ”Daddies…and mummies… are strong, aren’t they?” She was still alarmed by her daddy’s weird words and speaking, and didn’t really know how to explain it, nor explain the weird feeling of unease it had settled deep into her belly.
